Mute

by Laura March 18, 2016 Muted as it is, the background noise consumes my mind It fills my head with dead things inside my neatly packaged lies I never felt unkind when I drove myself to helplessly blind I stared at the sun rise too long to bring the light back to my eyes Until the day I die, I'll keep on asking why I'll think about the life I never had to live; not even fona day Instead of rising high, I stayed inside to count the days until I died I can't deny the lasting peace that should have stayed another day I can't forget the light I touched the days I felt I had to hide It can't be long until we find that everlasting peace But how it comes to me could be such different types of destinies I'm just so tired of being strong; I want to simply float along It's just a life of meant to be's that'll never be within my reach